Undaground Choppers 5

[Intro]
Sprite Beats

[Verse 1: SplytSecond]
You better put ya fist down, 'cause I'm toe tagging this beat
You whining more than a fiend smoking prozak in the street
You talking big, because of your dough stacking receipt
And I'd suggest you gettin' fit but your flow madly obese and you're slow Rapping is weak like your throat
After I squeeze, now your flow
Gladly deceased so you choke
After defeat and you hope
That we can beef, good as we both happen to be
I say it slow actually so I don't have to repeat
That lyrical Akuma flow is hella fluid
Even with a smooth flow really nothing is rougher
So when I come with the upper, it'll be like I plastered the face of Daffy and Donald on a magazine, you'll be duckin' for cover
The evil one feed you nuns, I just wanna see you run people
Come, with it, you will need new guns lethal son, give to ya' (Three, two, one), yeah
Coming up to my level of skill is equivalent to a ten meter drop
I usually abuse the beat at high speeds until it's begging to stop
Proving a lyrical pattern you see in the beginning like Adam and Eve
No matter the deed we'll batter the beat together, we're gonna combat it with speed
Nobody believin' I got 'em all dreary by breaking the laws of the particle theory
It's definitely better than liftin' a gat well I'm giving the people the gift of the gab
I double the syllable count as a part of the generation of infinite rap SplytSecond I dare you to find a rapper sicker than that

[Verse 2: K-Fix]
(Fix, nigga)
I hope you're ready, for the phenomenon that I'm bringin'
I leave you by the sea the floater begin to sink in
I’m making it with the devil, chopping it with my inner demon
The reason i’m murking the game, ain’t no way I'ma be defeated
Chopping it up you won’t believe it, I’m hard to beat on the beat
Because all of this other shit is easy, believe it, and there’s no reason
That I’m above trying to be humble, this season to be conceited
Giving a fuck with niggas beefing, the heater, leave 'em deleted
With the speed and delivery, lyrically on my mind
On my level, you’ll never be because the jealousy in ya' vibe
Rocking the mic and I'm betting I’m ahead of 'em
Been a beast in the game, with the nigga Sprite on the beat, I'ma hit the street with the flame
When you speaking my name, there’s greatness coming with it
And we keepin' it Memphis, shuttin' it down, nobody fuckin' with it
Thinking they better than mine, you gotta be kidding funny they fucking stealing
Spitting venom with the Clique, and give 'em the biz, and ripping the competition
Hanging with the best when this shit is pessimist when I spit it compress you, professional, nobody chopping it better
When I microphone check I be rushing to get up on 'em
And that’s when I'ma slash to getting up on my level
Finna come better than ever this shit leave 'em all petrified
I’m leaving niggas struck with the lightning leave 'em electrified
Coming to rip it and wreck it I reckon I spit the fire
When I feast on them lyrically it’s a feat that you’ll recognize

[Verse 3: Kaoz]
I'm Fiddin' open up a can of whoop ass
Leave your jaw hanging off of your face crooked
Spit a couple lines of dynamite you wanna die tonight
Man you ain't nothing but a rookie
Choppin' the words you can hear me starting the chainsaw
Couple of verses to make sure the punks stay soft
Sneaking into NASA tryin' to siphon rocket fuel out of the shuttle, 'cause I'm ready to take off
Lookin' at Earth and I'm thinking I'm never gonna go home
Sick of living inside this world that's so cold
People lookin' me like I'm the fuckin' weird one
Takin' another blunt to the head, mane I'm so blowed
Tryin' to cope with the man in the mirror
Walking up out of the smoke and I'm looking life and makin' the choices thinking of raising my feet off the earth and finally make it up out this motherfuckin' nightmare
I'm going all in is that a problem I'd rather walk it then sit around and talk about it
Fuckin' up anybody that's talkin' that shit like I'm a ninja
Seeing if anybody really wanna step up but I doubt it
Boom goes the napalm, shrapnel bouncing off of the ceiling until it finds its target
Hittin' everybody in the head that's thinkin' that they're the hardest
I will be the finisher of anything you started

[Chorus: SplytSecond]
This is the underground
Give me the mic and then I'ma chop
This is the underground
Light up a syllable cannon and let it pop
This is the underground
And nobody in the world is gonna run that high, you know?
This is the underground

[Verse 4: Hurricane]
I wouldn't say that I'm a king, but I'ma be the best thing ever seen
If you ever want to talk about chopping, I could've won a ring
For Kansas City's intricate ventriloquist
A lot of niggas want to try to copy, coming up after me
Trying to use my patterns and metaphorical segues
I'ma put them niggas in band-aids
'Cause ain't nobody in the hemisphere that I can't take
Been gone a little minute now I'm back like an earthquake
Ready to break 'em off, I wanting to give them the lyrical headlock
Nigga, been harder than bedrock, verbally something they can't stop Coming up out of the town of the killers were all of my niggas are top notch
Been a fucking monster with the choppin', I'm a sasquatch
Flow is critical, y'all don't want to contest it
If they ever do, then I kill them and hit the exit
Kind of like a zombie I'm eating brains for breakfast
Hurricane be doing it if you didn't get the message
I get in and fit in and make ends, forget about it
I do shows, with my bros, in clubhouses, that are crowded
Freestyle, or write down, my content's a power outage
Go hard, on guitars, with sick bars, don't ever doubt it
You don't want to be the nigga that I kill
People think I'm playing, I'm doing this shit for real
AK-47 is tatted, that's how I live
Never hesitate to come put it up in your grill

[Verse 5: Interchopper]
Callin' me a chopper but don't know why beast?
Maybe, 'cause when choppin I'm blazin' the beat
Some of 'em thinkin' I'm weird, whatever they mean
Why the fuck they be hatin' me?
Choppin' through steel I'll be bendin' the beat when I run and then turn into brain sick hit 'em with the same kit (I'ma)
Get 'em and be beatin 'em in the middle of my verse (Shit)
(Brain split) (Round five)
Killin' while chillin' (Uh) is mutherfuckin' worth
Whateveer I'm touching, I'm murdering during the UC5
Don't you think I'm venomous? Turn down, you're lame as fuck!
Coming around with a caution, ya finna get out of my rushin'
I'm sick of these niggas being suckin' while they trynna rap fast like an
Undaground chopper
Don't compare with speed, deny covering it
I'm nailing it with Inter-speed
Just cam up with delivering unbelievable complexity
Choppin' is like velocity, faster it gets, harder it hits
Speedin' up with a nitrogen just like I have turbo to hit
The name Interchopper says you gotta expect some more heat
Whenever I'm havin' the best-time, shit, when I drop some versesite for fams
I'm murdering all of the bars when I'ma blast catching up it's an Inter-speed burst
Ain't nobody rips it out just like me
Others are lyrical murderers (I'ma speed demon)
Damn it I'll be the spitter with wicker style comin' to kill 'em all comin' to get in roll whenever the choppin' is gettin' down, I'm wreckin the freakin' mic with droppin' the most bars (Per second)
I said I'm a speed demon, which means I have no limits
Hackin' and fuckin' all the bitches who talk I'm not choppin' with lyrics and I have no skills look
I'ma undaground chopper

[Verse 6: Mister Hyde]
Runnin' hard line, thinkin' of part five
Doin' it raw in the game and I'm bringin' the bars fire for the archives
Dippin' them bitches in gasoline before I set 'em ablaze in such a way that they cannot take it, I will never let this art die
Far cry, what they want is the talent, it's like they fiendin' for the lyricism, wordplay in balance
You gotta have or it really isn't magic that's happenin', gotta give 'em the brother of Scott Sommers, meaning Havok
Takin' it back to how it was in the beginning, how it was when the lyrics were most important
Nowadays nobody appreciatin' the craft how it's meant to be appreciated Hip-hop is segregated, it shouldn't be, now tell me how a hundred is that? Doin' the math, when I'm rippin' you motherfuckers in half as if I'm Shang Tsung, turnin' myself into Jax
Come to Allison Hill and get jacked, ready or not, doin' the job, throwin' the knife, up in ya' back
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, Mister Hyde of BMD is untouchable in this music scene
My technicality is so unmatched, you should just call me "Your Majesty"
I'm a true MC indeed, I'm the Millennium Falcon with speed
I bleed for this shit, you better believe it, I sent my demons to Jesus
He sent 'em back to me grievin' and weepin'
He told me read 'em and weep and don't be deceived by the hand you were dealt
It only means your weakness has been conceived by the evil

[Chorus: SplytSecond]
This is the underground
Give me the mic and then I'ma chop
This is the underground
Light up a syllable cannon and let it pop
This is the underground
And nobody in the world is gonna run that high, you know?
This is the underground

[Verse 7: Mizury Mize]
The [devil] and I'm able to catch fire like a "fire-fighter" bein a fire starter when im preachin to the choir; a soldier wit a [flame thrower]
Showin devotion as the rappin chucky wit a temper killin em over bein the mad whitey; son of sam of the rap game; im mister [lawn mower-er-er-er-er]
Wit a mouth motored by the south killin syllables without count-in em out cuz the Syllables per second im addressin is on yall
I just beat a beats heart beat till it don beat and then i eat it like i mean it like a feinin zombie high as fuck on some bathsalts
Im balls to the wall; i'ma problem cuz im awesome when im droppin these bombs on em without a cause; so fuck yall, i dont give a damn
The villian in me bein a felony on a killin spree in any facinity wit a crowd and a mic stand just shows i go turkey-ham
Psycho like im michael at thanksgivin gettin savage attackin a track choppin it up like a ninja
Out to get cha attention and make you listen to my visions makin you picture em wit the wisdom of this ballastic
Rhythm ive written killin the competition wit the ammunition when spittin
Choppin em up and bustin em down like a demolition derby like im on a mission; special edition, mint condition cuz their hasnt been a thirsty nigga ta merk me wit lyrics
From the clearance isle gimmickin tryin to mimic this image yall better off packin a picnic wit a mortician bitches
Im chopper doin it properly; monster inc. wit the fitest gettin timid any min makin it vivid;scarin you is the business
And I'm addicted to workin; committed to over-workin and rippin a verse on purpose; I admit it Mizury’s Vicious

[Verse 8: Sensei] (English Translation)
Rapido acrobatico tipo il kung fu nel mio vaporizzatore fumo le erbe blu
Dico parole a propulsione con il mio beat in loop in fast rap impossibile provare a fare di più
Finalmente è arrivato il momento di dimostrare e tirare fuori completamente tutta quanta la mia velocità ahhhhhh
L'obiettivo perseguito con il mio talento è di fare musica veramente difficile con infinita semplicità
Tutte le volte vado più forte mi diverto come nelle giostre non me ne fotte se non capisci la potenza dell'extrabeat
Propongo delle proposte propositive che vi possono fare uscire davvero da tutta questa shit
Sclero voglio superare il cielo come un alieno gli scarsi nemmeno li vedo ai miracoli so che ci credo
Sono sereno pure se crolla il mondo intero mica come Svevo dopo che scrisse tutta quanta la coscienza di Zeno
L'unico rapper italiano che possa reggere il livello senza fare brutte figure dicono sia Sensei
Io non mi vanto affatto sono solamente un fottuto pazzo con il cervello shakerato proprio un milkshake
So che ad ogni costo miglioro sono un mostro con indosso un kimono
Se pensano di sfidarmi sono cazzi loro faccio tornare questa musica negli anni d'oro

[Verse 9: DNA]
(DNA!) When I step into the booth I promise you
I'ma be spittin' lyricism that’s so phenomenal
So vamanous into my domino effect and I'ma go astonish your common flow with a combo blow ‘til none of y'all are left!
I’m the chopper, with everlasting gobstopper proper choppin' helicopter propeller blades to mop ya, mobsters up quicker than the Mon-Stars, when they lost their power in Space Jam and turned back into little hobbits…
You’re garbage, you’re nothing compared to me when I bomb this with a lyrical Stealth drone, Jamie Foxx musta lost his marbles think that he gonna make it out this time around, ‘cause I’m the real Law Abiding Citizen 'bout to lay it down with marvellous captivated activated dominance, summon the rap game up in the palm of this, closed fist, just like I did on 'My Psychosis’, and no this isn’t what you expected but I know this…
So this kid that’s testing me better go get his sew kit, for opening his hoe lips, saying that Joe spits better than me and I’m talking to Michael Maffie of Maffie however you say, you crazy, maybe you should show me respect!
For I go ape-shit and rip ya shit open, quick-scope him, leaving ya lid open, ribs broken kid pokin' around, in the wrong vid hoping to hear some dope spits, know that he never gonna be shit slopin' sick, as he sits back in a puddle of his own shit and quits, it’s ya only option, study me and get caught watching, hopscotching over hot lava rocks ‘til ya not walking, stop popping off at the mouth with the soft comments! (Bitch!)
‘Cause I promise I'ma abominate all garments of your flow style, welcome to the Hood Uzi Ho Down, time to show out, never slow down, profound lyrics coming at you at super-sonic speed…
(I’m) murdering off the Dali Lama put him in a mother-fuckin' casket (latch it!). Really wanna get to fuckin' with the way I spit it on the mic somebody thinking they bringing it better than mine so I’m topping ‘em all and poppin’ ‘em all with the lyrical stamina, hand me the mother-fucking meat-cleaver, I’m a light-speed choppin’ meat-eater!

[Chorus: SplytSecond]
This is the underground
Give me the mic and then I'ma chop
This is the underground
Light up a syllable cannon and let it pop
This is the underground
And nobody in the world is gonna run that high, you know?
This is the underground